Your friend is my foe

I hate the wind.  More precisely, I loathe and detest the wind!  When you are on a bike, there is no such thing as a good wind.  The wind that pushes you from behind for a minute will obstruct you for an hour when you turn a bend.  That is not true if you are kite-surfing!  Whenever the wind comes up at Altona beach, the sails litter the sky in their vibrant hues.